*Sienna*
Brandom is looking at me like I am some masochistic prey; I know he thinks I am crazy, but I am so confident that I can't believe it myself. Something inside of me is pushing me with this confidence.
Before he can say anything, I snap to the left, and Ro growls at the figure approaching us; I recognize him, is Francis. He is taller than I remembered, and by far he looks stronger. His eyes, long ago calm and collected, now reflect an eerie smile. He has changed.
He is not wearing a shirt, just ragged pants and barefoot, but he walks with his eyes locked on me. “But if it isn't the other human of the pack… Sienna, it has been years. A decade?"
“Oh, but you are not human anymore, Francis. Brandom just gave us the good news, you both are mates? Congratulations, you were always ins
